[Verse 1: Wretch 32]

Uh, I'm practically being fearless, be thankful that you can hear this

I'm a godfather, I'm happy to meet the parents

How can I be generic

When my generic's from a line of people chained to the ground that got the furthest?

The fuck's man telling me? I run my pedigree

I rap, I'mma Run DMC my legacy

Niggas should've had that KFC man's recipe

'Stead we're eating bargain buckets, getting fed a dream

I'm eating it though

My kind of kettle's full of steam and it's gold

For me to prove a point, I need some people to poke

Got an open field mind but I'm keeping it closed, that's how we feel on the roads

I'm fed up of getting shell-shocked from bombs that didn't hit me

You gotta either give a shit or give a kidney

Give your life, you better deliver like Whitney

This is suicide, nigga, do you do or die with me, huh?

From my estate, we got Baff who makes it happen

Got Z who's taking over, got me who made it rapping

Got Jobi, captain of Reading

So tell me, where are you heading?

Niggas who don't follow their minds should get beheaded

You should go for it, I might pay for ya

You're renowned for always recording, I got a chain for ya

Take you out your bed in the morning, I'm tryna pray for ya

Nigga, I ain't made it, I'm making it for the slave in us

[Hook: Rebecca Garton/Varren Wade]

I don't wanna be helpless

Help me to help you

Helpless

That life won't do

Helpless

Help me to help you

Help me to help us

In God we trust, oh ah

[Verse 2: Devlin]

Every single race on this planet has seen the pain

And hardships of life, it's time we make a change

My boys are running lines while my lines run the game

I don't trust in no god, I put my faith in James

The kid that made it happen, from walking round in Dagenham

On my Jack, until the eve would come then I'll be Adam

In fact, my dreams were always there, I had to grab 'em

Your life will take shape if you manipulate the patterns

I'm relaying facts, passing you the baton

Now sprint until you drop, you'll be somewhere near the top

This grind'll never stop and you can't unwind the clock

Are you hungry? Are you not? Well, let's rewrite the plot

These haters love to watch, and love to see you flop

Cause their own lives are broke, in the house or on the block

And just cause you want more, they look at you like a snob

Well fuck 'em, try and find your way and leave 'em lost

But love 'em, cause hate will only help exhale the flames

Give me the mic, I'm Christ, it's time I rise again

I've seen my whole life here in eerie Indiana

And seen my blind faith when times seemed strange, cause

From my estate we got Jay from Inbetweeners

Charlie spinning records up at Kiss FM at breakfast

And there's me, and not forgetting Mitchell round the corner

I guess there must be something in the water, tryna make a scene

[Hook: Rebecca Garton/Varren Wade]

I don't wanna be helpless

Help me to help you

Helpless

That life won't do

Helpless

Help me to help you

Help me to help us

In God we trust, oh ah

[Verse 3: Swiss]

Uh, look, yo, look, rewrote the fate of the hood, So Solid

Cause everybody was chasing the drug game before us

If they had ghetto papers then we'd be the road scholars

Every chapter and page, wouldn't need you to go college

Instead of behind bars and sentences, no commas

We showed the ghetto master with letters, could roll commas

Made the hood marketable, we gave it with no polish

The mere fact we ran the city without no Boris

Or Ken Livingstone blocks, splitting stone rocks

From a little old cotch, made Britain's roads hot

With a little weed from a BT phone box

To selling millions of Pusha T tees, oh god

Lord knows, I don't even know why we bought cars for

So fly, driving license was a passport

If you weren't sure about chasing your dreams

After hearing this, when you wake up in the morning, go back to sleep

Let's talk Battersea, let's talk mind state

G mega carton as partners, hustler's mindstate

Only Love blew up, took it to the United States

Shabs fucking with the Roc now, [?] Jay

Mr Carter pain, the music was the Blueprint

Fathered a lot of rappers though I happen to have two kids

You never got an abortion, I wasn't planned, Mum

Your boy just wanna ball like a kid that never had one

[Hook: Rebecca Garton/Varren Wade]

I don't wanna be helpless

Help me to help you

Helpless

That life won't do

Helpless

Help me to help you

Help me to help us

In God we trust, oh ah